A dead molar still reflecting its biteHow does it exist without its neurons
When there is no more life
Does structure remain
Or does it break and chip away
Can it still break the nut
Of existence
What do I care for the meat
I live for the moment
Of reductionism
I spin in the drain of no more
The fear of the unknown
Pales by the light of the known
The teeth are crushing me
My blood drips on the rocky gums
I vicariously feel the warm ooze
Yet the blood in the teeth
Is warm and filling gums to overflow
And blood runs into my beard
And bathes the jungle with the life giving
As it dries I die
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